Chapter 121: Chapter 113: Senior Brother Won’t Even Spare the Father-in-law and Mother-in-law?
The "Soul Exchange Ceremony," which should have been orchestrated by the ghost bride, had now seemingly become a trap she had walked right into!
By the time the ghost bride sensed something was wrong and tried to retreat, it was already too late!
A spectral image of the Soul Hook on the coffin lid shot out, seemingly phasing through the coffin’s walls. It wrapped around her and brutally dragged her inside!
"THUD!"
Su Ling’er’s pupils contracted as she watched.
’No way!!!’
’Could it be...’
On the coffin lid, the pattern of Black and White Impermanence returned to its place, and the countless inscriptions and the Senluo Ghost Mask faded from view.
As for Su Ling’er, she just felt the space beside her suddenly sink, accompanied by a muffled thud.
Outside, among the funeral procession, the disciples of the Guixi Sect broke into joyous smiles.
"We’ve captured one Ghost Bride Palu! Congratulations are in order!"
"From what we’ve seen, this resentful ghost can teleport short distances and affect the physical world."
"In the future, for any treacherous mountain paths in the sect or areas blocked by landslides, we can just send it to transport Spirit Stones. The efficiency will be off the charts!"
[Yin Spirit Atlas] Ghost Bride · Li Ruolan (Collected)
[Name]: The Resentful Bride · Li Ruolan
[Type]: Resentful Ghost
[Cultivation]: Equivalent to Mid-stage Foundation Establishment
[Yin Spirit Poem: Ruo Lan]
Phoenix crown and splendid robes await a groom who never comes,Red candles weep their waxy tears, a mirror filmed with dust.A promise wasted, she sits as bone, a vigil ever kept,Upon the Three Lives Stone, a flower of resentment blooms.
On the day of the grand wedding, the entire city knew that Mr. Li of the Li Family was to marry Ruolan, the most beautiful woman in the city.
She sat before her mirror, tracing her brows and painting her lips, her red makeup more radiant than fire.
The auspicious hour arrived, but the wedding procession was nowhere to be seen.
One day, two days... ten days passed.
Rumors began to spread, saying Mr. Li had long been terminally ill and had already passed away.
Ruolan refused to believe it. She guarded her wedding dress and the marriage contract, waiting day after day.
Her body grew weaker by the day. Bowls of medicinal soup were brought in, only to grow cold, one after another.
On her deathbed, she saw a figure standing before her, sighing softly.
"Miss, your persistence is ultimately for naught."
"He won’t be coming."
Ruolan used the last of her strength to grab the red wedding veil beside her.
"I... I just wanted... to marry him..."
The figure spoke in an ethereal voice:
"Since your obsession is so strong, this humble Daoist shall help you on your way."
"Are you willing to cast off this mortal coil and, with an undying soul of resentment, create a wedding banquet that never ends?"
She looked at the person and slowly nodded.
"I... am willing..."
As her voice faded, so did her life.
When she opened her eyes again, the world was dyed the color of blood. Only her wedding dress remained as vibrant a red as ever.
...
The crowd was discussing what this newly captured Yin Spirit Palu could be used for.
But as Su Ling’er listened to these remarks about exploiting even a ghost, she felt not a shred of joy at having survived.
Her face was deathly pale.
The entire world seemed to fall silent, her gaze freezing once more.
She stiffly turned her head to look beside her.
By the ghastly red light filtering through the peepholes and the faint glow of the inscriptions inside the jade coffin, she got a clear look at her "new neighbor."
It was a... skeleton bride, completely clad in a bright red wedding dress.
It was lying right next to her, shoulder to shoulder.
At some point, its phoenix crown and red veil had fallen off.
The very moment Su Ling’er looked over, the ghost bride’s skull snapped around.
It stared at the only living person in the coffin!
Face to face.
Su Ling’er felt her breathing stop.
Those black, empty eye sockets looked as if they would devour her very soul!
That gaping jaw seemed to be letting out a silent shriek at her!
WAAAAAHHHH—!
Su Ling’er was so scared she was about to lose her mind.
’Why did you guys let this thing in here?!’
’I’m gonna die! I’m gonna die!’
’Lady, you’re a married woman! You have to be more reserved!’
’Especially since I’m not interested in other women!’
’Besides, one of us is living and one is dead! It would never work out!’
’Don’t come any closer! AAAAAHHHH!!’
Just at this life-or-death moment—the instant the ghost bride was about to make a move—the complex patterns on the jade coffin suddenly lit up!
Black and White Impermanence and the Senluo Ghost Mask seemed to come to life again, firmly suppressing the invading resentful ghost.
The resentful ghost bride was pinned in place, unable to move a muscle. She couldn’t do anything at all to Su Ling’er, the only living person in the coffin.
However, this gave Su Ling’er no respite.
Because... it was too close!
She was inside the same coffin as the skeletal remains of a resentful ghost!
She could even smell the mixed scent of old, rotting wood and cold, musty dust.
The silk of the ghost bride’s wedding dress was pressing against her arm.
Their faces were almost touching!
Su Ling’er felt goosebumps erupt all over her skin. She wanted to move away, but the coffin wall was right behind her. There was nowhere to retreat.
Her mind went blank. She couldn’t think at all.
She could only force herself to shift her focus, to keep watching the scene outside the coffin through the peepholes.
It was a way to forget the terrifying reality that she was "sharing a bed" with a ghost bride.
She noticed that her Eldest Brother and the others were no longer doing the coffin dance act; their skin and outfits had returned to normal.
But she could still feel the ghost bride’s chilling gaze on her from behind, making the hairs on her neck stand up and her back prickle.
She didn’t dare move too much, terrified that she might accidentally disrupt the suppressing inscriptions inside the jade coffin.
If the ghost bride could move again, she would be the first to suffer!
...
With the failure of the "Soul Exchange Ceremony," the opposing wedding procession instantly went berserk!
A sinister wind howled, and the air filled with the wails of ghosts and wolves!
The faces of the "guests" all twisted into hideous masks of terror. Vicious gazes locked onto the members of the Guixi Sect, a monstrous wave of malice about to erupt!
[Yan Buliu: Eldest Brother! Should we fight? Do we do it here?]
[Lin Qingfeng: Fight my ass! Since it’s a wedding procession, they must have a destination! Don’t wedding processions lead to some old mansion or haunted house? And inside, won’t there be a father-in-law and a mother-in-law? We have to bag the whole lot, capture every last one of them! We’ll even pack up the house and take it with us! When have we ever failed to take what we set our sights on?]
[Lin Qingfeng: Ji! You’re up! You’re the professional, get up there and clear the way!]
[Ji: Roger that!]
Ji responded and stepped forward again.
His face, which had just been enjoying the show, was instantly flooded with a profound sorrow, as if he had lost his entire world.
Facing the jade coffin, he activated his skill—[Empathy Resonance]!
"Oh, heavens! Why let my junior sister lose her life on the Yellow Springs Road!"
"Oh, earth! Why let that bride’s soul be broken on the Naihe Bridge!"
He began to wail, only this time his eulogy also included the bride from the other party.
The cry was earth-shattering, its sorrow so acute it seemed inhuman!
Pathetic sound waves rippled out in white circles, spreading toward the opposing wedding procession.
Inside the coffin, Su Ling’er, who was watching all this, suddenly felt the resentful gaze from the ghost bride behind her weaken significantly. Her back didn’t feel so cold anymore.
’But... I still don’t dare to turn around!’
’Being in the same coffin as a ghost bride... what a hellish turn of events!’
’I was just faking an illness! How did things end up like this?!’
Through the peepholes, she saw the opposing wedding procession. The ferocious expressions on their faces gradually faded, slowly transforming into a kind of sorrowful festivity.
Su Ling’er was speechless.
’Wait... Brother Ji, can your professional mourning actually resonate with ghosts?!’
’Just what is the deal with you guys?!’
’Was this sect originally in the funeral business?’
’Or are you all a bunch of Ghost Cultivators?’
